It was the start of a new semester. I managed to convince my doctor to prescribe me Ritalin because of my ADHD diagnosis so I was in prime studycel mode.
My first class of the day was English, the only non-AP class that I took. The AP classes at my school usually have non-slutty girls and normies, and regular ones have Chad bullies and slutty girls. Pick your poison. I arrived later than usual but not tardy. When I walked in, I realized that the class was filled with every single Chad and Stacy in my grade. I had a mini-heart attack seeing their faces, and then took the table beside a group of Chads. Since Chads are always disruptive students, the teacher had to assign us seats. I hoped that she would put me with some girls so I could wallow in their arousing scent while discreetly stroking my throbbing erection, but I got put at a table with a landwhale and a giga-Chad. Hearing him groan in disappointment as I approached the table made me really mad. When the class ended, I heard him whisper to his Chad buddy "Why did she put me next to this fucking loser?". If I weren't afraid of getting suspended, I would have turned around and sucker punched him in the face; hopefully disfiguring his face forever. But I didn't. I heard him say that he was going for a smoke, so I comforted myself with the thought that he'll eventually die a slow and painful death from lung cancer.
My next class was music. I was wearing my new MAGA hat to school and the conductor has some friendly comments about it. He just became my new favorite teacher. A girl next to me turned out to be extremely anti-Trump so we debated for about thirty seconds before the conductor laughed and said that we'd both "eventually end up married". She said "Uhhhh, no?" and I blushed bright red and tensed up without saying anything, not because I liked her, but because I felt sorry for her to be propositioned with such a disgusting sub-human like myself.
Next period, I had a spare so I headed over to the gym. Even if I have no hope and when I'm done football, I'll never quit working out. It always feels good to look in the mirror and at least see a nice body. Also self-defense is easier. The gym was filled with coping ≤4/10 gymcels and gym teachers on break. Pumping iron filled me with endorphins and made me forget about my depression, so that was a good half hour. I went to see my normie best friend for lunch before I saw his girlfriend come up and kiss him big on the lips right in front of me. He obviously had to ditch me so I ended up eating lunch in a bathroom stall like usual, this time holding back tears.
My class after that was AP Geography. It was filled with pretty, but non-slutty girls and normie guys. I can tolerate those types of people better, but they still don't like me. I've tried to make friends with them before but they seem to dislike me even though I'm never a mean person. I wonder why? (Ugliness). Getting back on topic, the teacher had us play some icebreakers. I got excited because it was an opportunity to introduce myself to some new people. He asked us to introduce ourselves to at least five and ask about the person's ethnic background. I introduced myself to some guys and then I built up the courage to introduce myself to a girl that I've had a crush on for a while now. When I introduced myself to her and offered my hand out for her to shake it, she rudely responded "I've already met people!" with the classic mean girl face. I blushed and walked away in suppressed rage and humiliation. Later when the teacher split us into groups, I happened to be in that same girl's group. When she had to walk around me to find her friends, she leaned as far away as possible and looked at me with a disgusted facial expression like I was literally a pile of garbage. I know for a fact that I don't stink because I shower with shampoo and body wash every day and use just the right amount of cologne. I also use strong mouthwash, I always chew minty gum, and I wash my clothes as often as possible. So what other reason would she act like that? (Ugliness) I was relieved to finally leave that class.
My final class was Spanish. I sat down near some of my so-called "friends" and as soon as they saw me, they moved desks. Feeling disgusted and humiliated, I walked out of the classroom and towards the bathroom and spent a minute trying not to burst into tears. I came back to the class and found two girls next to the spot where my backpack was. After I paused in shock for a moment, I went to sit down there. My teacher asked me to sit near the front for some unknown reason, but it was right next to a beautiful 10/10 girl that I could only dream of. I could have sworn that I heard one of the girls near my former spot whisper "Thank God!". I went and sat down next to the beautiful girl. I kept looking at her posture and noticing that she was tensed up and had her hand on the side of her face that I was on; obviously discomforted by my presence. I didn't care at the moment since just being near her was sexually arousing to me, even though she's banging a Chad, as judged by her VSCO. Inhaling the intoxicating and pleasuring scents of her perfume and her breath, my penis was full-on hard and throbbing. Sometimes it would rub against my jeans, giving me even more pleasure. The class finally ended and I packed up and went home to LDAR in peace; listening to "I want to know what love is" by Foreigner in my bedroom while sobbing uncontrollably.
That's just an average day in my sad life.
My first class of the day was English, the only non-AP class that I took. The AP classes at my school usually have non-slutty girls and normies, and regular ones have Chad bullies and slutty girls. Pick your poison. I arrived later than usual but not tardy. When I walked in, I realized that the class was filled with every single Chad and Stacy in my grade. I had a mini-heart attack seeing their faces, and then took the table beside a group of Chads. Since Chads are always disruptive students, the teacher had to assign us seats. I hoped that she would put me with some girls so I could wallow in their arousing scent while discreetly stroking my throbbing erection, but I got put at a table with a landwhale and a giga-Chad. Hearing him groan in disappointment as I approached the table made me really mad. When the class ended, I heard him whisper to his Chad buddy "Why did she put me next to this fucking loser?". If I weren't afraid of getting suspended, I would have turned around and sucker punched him in the face; hopefully disfiguring his face forever. But I didn't. I heard him say that he was going for a smoke, so I comforted myself with the thought that he'll eventually die a slow and painful death from lung cancer.
My next class was music. I was wearing my new MAGA hat to school and the conductor has some friendly comments about it. He just became my new favorite teacher. A girl next to me turned out to be extremely anti-Trump so we debated for about thirty seconds before the conductor laughed and said that we'd both "eventually end up married". She said "Uhhhh, no?" and I blushed bright red and tensed up without saying anything, not because I liked her, but because I felt sorry for her to be propositioned with such a disgusting sub-human like myself.
Next period, I had a spare so I headed over to the gym. Even if I have no hope and when I'm done football, I'll never quit working out. It always feels good to look in the mirror and at least see a nice body. Also self-defense is easier. The gym was filled with coping ≤4/10 gymcels and gym teachers on break. Pumping iron filled me with endorphins and made me forget about my depression, so that was a good half hour. I went to see my normie best friend for lunch before I saw his girlfriend come up and kiss him big on the lips right in front of me. He obviously had to ditch me so I ended up eating lunch in a bathroom stall like usual, this time holding back tears.
My class after that was AP Geography. It was filled with pretty, but non-slutty girls and normie guys. I can tolerate those types of people better, but they still don't like me. I've tried to make friends with them before but they seem to dislike me even though I'm never a mean person. I wonder why? (Ugliness). Getting back on topic, the teacher had us play some icebreakers. I got excited because it was an opportunity to introduce myself to some new people. He asked us to introduce ourselves to at least five and ask about the person's ethnic background. I introduced myself to some guys and then I built up the courage to introduce myself to a girl that I've had a crush on for a while now. When I introduced myself to her and offered my hand out for her to shake it, she rudely responded "I've already met people!" with the classic mean girl face. I blushed and walked away in suppressed rage and humiliation. Later when the teacher split us into groups, I happened to be in that same girl's group. When she had to walk around me to find her friends, she leaned as far away as possible and looked at me with a disgusted facial expression like I was literally a pile of garbage. I know for a fact that I don't stink because I shower with shampoo and body wash every day and use just the right amount of cologne. I also use strong mouthwash, I always chew minty gum, and I wash my clothes as often as possible. So what other reason would she act like that? (Ugliness) I was relieved to finally leave that class.
My final class was Spanish. I sat down near some of my so-called "friends" and as soon as they saw me, they moved desks. Feeling disgusted and humiliated, I walked out of the classroom and towards the bathroom and spent a minute trying not to burst into tears. I came back to the class and found two girls next to the spot where my backpack was. After I paused in shock for a moment, I went to sit down there. My teacher asked me to sit near the front for some unknown reason, but it was right next to a beautiful 10/10 girl that I could only dream of. I could have sworn that I heard one of the girls near my former spot whisper "Thank God!". I went and sat down next to the beautiful girl. I kept looking at her posture and noticing that she was tensed up and had her hand on the side of her face that I was on; obviously discomforted by my presence. I didn't care at the moment since just being near her was sexually arousing to me, even though she's banging a Chad, as judged by her VSCO. Inhaling the intoxicating and pleasuring scents of her perfume and her breath, my penis was full-on hard and throbbing. Sometimes it would rub against my jeans, giving me even more pleasure. The class finally ended and I packed up and went home to LDAR in peace; listening to "I want to know what love is" by Foreigner in my bedroom while sobbing uncontrollably.
That's just an average day in my sad life.
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